The male protagonist said he hates me [Quick Transmigration]

The battle was about to start, but Chang Qing became weaker and weaker, not because of his body, but because of the hostility at the foot of the corpse mountain and the demon cultivator, which made him full of energy and almost exploded.

He suppressed it several times, but it was still fruitless, and his cultivation level directly recovered from the foundation establishment to the Mahayana stage, and there was even an upward trend.

Even Chang Ning was surprised.

There are so many masters in the fairy world, but none of them have directly established a foundation and promoted to the Mahayana stage. This is too absurd. If it is not true, no one will believe it.

At noon, when the sun was high and the scorching sun was burning, the first thunder catastrophe came. The young man in the snow robe looked up at the distant mountains. The black fog dissipated.

Seven thunder calamities, if you endure one calamity every day, you will definitely die.

All the demon cultivators stared at the Lord Yangming who had just returned, Mozun, with shocked and sad eyes.

Tomorrow, we will go to war with the people of the world. This time, it is the way of heaven, and it is the destiny of heaven to fight against them.

Is Moxiu destined to ruin his future?

The young man in the snow robe walked out of the long street slowly, and was soon surrounded by crowds, followed by the other three, who could only see the snow-colored clothes flying with the strong wind, like a butterfly feather with broken wings.

Chaos, madness, darkness outside.

Everyone looked up at the thunderstorm in the sky, their expressions were in a trance, their eyes were filled with despair, and some even cried directly, "I don't believe in fate."

As soon as the words fell, there was an instant silence, and low laughter rang out in everyone's ears.

"Isn't that enough?"

The smile on the corners of the snow-robed young man's eyes remained undiminished, and he commanded calmly, "Other people go into the house, if those with advanced cultivation want to come, come with me to the halfway up the corpse mountain to resist the first thunder calamity together."

"I'll go too." The dark red robe squeezed into the crowd, he was in a mess, his hair was messed up, and there was paint on his face.

There was still Moxiu waving his fists and feet behind him, but he didn't fight back. He bent his left knee and knelt on the ground with a "bang".

His left leg is useless.

All the demon cultivators disapproved of his going.

"He's going." Ke Changqing said.

"No," the Moxiu elders rarely resisted, and they all said with hatred, "Even if he is Moxiu at this moment, he is still the sinner who killed you, Lord Yangming. Who knows if he will kill you again in this dangerous time? "

Chang Qing was thoughtful, he lowered his black eyes and looked at the kneeling man, "Would you do it?"

Sui Han has never been so unbearable, he is like mud, he is looked down upon by everyone and looked down upon by those who care about him.

How can you not believe it?

"I won't." He lowered his head and smiled miserably.

Chang Qing said, "These seven thunders may require you to block four of them, regardless of the consequences."

"I would."

"You can also use my blood essence, which can block all the thunder without a hair." Chang Qing sighed, "You can do whatever you want."

Moxiu with a cold appearance gave a low "hmm".

Then he blocked seven thunderbolts with all his cultivation base, and when the last thunderbolt fell, it was about to strike the arm of the snow-robed young man in the air, the wounded demon cultivator fell on the ground, and Yu Jian pushed him away with strength from nowhere. .

Then, like a bird shot by an arrow, it fell.

The demon cultivators carried him down the mountain in confusion and into the inn.

In the last thunderstorm, he inevitably injured his eyes, and there was no possibility of regaining his sight.

Chang Ning went to the pharmacy to see him, blindfolded with light veil, blood all over his body, gouged out his heart, limped his legs and blinded his eyes. The first sword of Feng Yunzong, who was once the proud son of heaven, ruined his life and fell.

Holding the jade bottle containing the red liquid, he said he had no regrets.

The only thing she wants is to listen to Lord Yangming's voice.

Chang Qing was still planning for tomorrow's battle at that time, he tilted his head, "What do you want me for?"

Chang Ning thought he would agree, after all Sui Han...

When she opened her mouth, she heard her voice hoarse, "He saved his life for you."

"So?" Chang Qing asked with clear eyes, "What do you want me to do?"

Behind him are the moxiu elders with mottled temples, who even need crutches to walk. Their cloudy eyes are staring at this young moxiu woman. Against this heaven.

Chang Ning looked at them, his throat felt dry, and suddenly he couldn't speak the next words.

Life and death are unpredictable, this is destined to be a sleepless night.

There was an elder Moxiu who sat dryly all night, and a young man took advantage of the moonlight to push open the door of a certain guest room.

Although the guest rooms are small, they are well-equipped with internal organs and look very warm.The person lying motionless on the bed who looked like a log moved, struggling to get up, his blindfolded eyes didn't know where to turn.

It was very quiet, only the slight smell of blood from the tip of his nose could be smelled.

There was a sound of footsteps, a "squeak", and a cool night breeze blew in, dissipating the dullness.

No one spoke for a long time, Qing Leng Moxiu suddenly smiled in surprise, "I know it's you, your footsteps..."

He stopped talking when he was talking, as if he was afraid that he would be annoying, he paused and wanted to get up and touch him, but he couldn't see anything, he staggered and bumped into the tea table, and groaned.

A few months ago, no one would have thought that Feng Yunzong's favored son, that cold and aloof person, would show such a fragile expression.

Chang Qing was actually very weak. He exhausted his mind and energy during the day's planning and calculations. He couldn't see clearly, and sat with his head tilted by the window rail.

Downstairs in the inn, on the long street, a few young demon cultivators who were excited and sleepless and went out for a walk looked up and saw his thin body swaying in the wind, and were startled.

"Lord Yangming, are you asleep? Be careful not to fall, it's too dangerous." They shouted, very anxious, and no one thought whether the long night would disturb the neighbors on the street.

Chang Qing was startled, twitched the corner of the snow-colored robe that was swaying in the wind, turned his head, closed his eyes slightly, and nodded.

Those teenagers breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and waved to him and left.

In the hazy night, youth and kindness are like a dream in Taoyuan.

The depression in this small room continued.

"Are you sitting on the window rail?" Sui Han got up frantically, groping for the direction, trying to pull him down.

In the chaos, the slightly sharp fingertips scratched the back of the snow-robed youth's hand. At first glance, there was a bloodstain on the delicate and pale skin, which was very frightening.

When Moxiu smelled something, his cold face suddenly panicked, "Changqing, Changqing..."

The man still opened his arms, wanting to embrace him, with a "snap", the hurried calling suddenly fell silent.

The young man in the snow robe opened his hand without hesitation.

"do you know?"

Chang Qing wiped the back of his hand, "I hate you the most."

If at a time like him, he can remember not to meddle in Chang Qing's affairs, don't force him to touch Chang Qing...

Chang Qing will not soften his heart either.

What if it wasn't him?The original owner's broken leg, blind eyes and lost heart are vividly remembered.

What's more, there is still a life.

Sui Han was too insecure, he didn't know that sometimes holding the quicksand by force, even holding it tighter wouldn't help.More than a hundred years ago, they didn't ask him. They wanted to use force to keep him, but in the end it backfired and killed him, allowing him to escape from this world successfully.

Tonight may prove that a person is hard to change.

Sui Han fell to the ground, stunned, bowed his head in silence, his shoulders trembled, and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Is that so hahaha..."

Smiling and smiling, he covered his face, and the warm and moist liquid came out from between his fingers.

"Today we are going to deal with the thunder tribulation, you know? When the last thunder tribulation struck, I was actually happy. I stood in front of you, thinking of the black-clothed senior brother from more than a hundred years ago. He couldn't even wear clothes and tie his hair." No, still so stubborn, everyone said not to get involved with Moxiu, but he didn't listen, he insisted on protecting Moxiu against thousands of sects, Moxiu said let him guard against his junior, let him abandon me, he let me Standing behind him, facing the thousands of troops ahead, he said that I am his younger brother."

The young man in the snow robe listened calmly, without much reaction, and even casually yawned, commenting in his heart.

A bit contrived.

Chang Qing is also a human being, and he was once sincere and innocent.

But only in the past.

Sui Han was still babbling, choking and slurring his speech during the period, he could only see crying and laughing around his mouth.

With such indiscriminate bombardment, no matter how sleepy Chang Qing is, he should wake up.

"But you killed him." The young man in snow robe had clear eyes.

Trust is a joke.

As if his throat had been sealed by a sharp sword, Sui Han slumped to the ground, unable to speak anymore.

There was an instant of silence, only the sound of the wind whistling in the small space, Chang Qing changed his position, looked at the mountain peak shrouded in black mist outside the window, sat on a high place and swung his legs, the gust of wind could blow him downstairs at any time, he But feel very relaxed.

Sui Han didn't know what was going on with him, if he saw him crumbling, he might want to rush forward but didn't dare, and then he would go crazy on the spot.

But he couldn't see anything.

After a long time, Sui Han said in a hoarse voice, "Do you know why I stayed in Fengyun Sect?" This is the sect that murdered Chang Qing.

"Because you have grasped the lifeblood of Feng Yunzong, the summoning token," Chang Qing blew enough wind and jumped off the window rail, "This is the purpose of my coming."

Is it just for this?

He should have known it earlier, but he still inevitably had delusions.

Could it be that she was moved by him?

Sui Han laughed at himself, how could it be possible.

"What do you want?" Chang Qing asked straight to the point.

"I want Zhu Yan to die." An extremely sarcastic expression appeared on his cold face.

This is an unexpected answer, they even joined hands more than a hundred years ago.

"I hate him for lying to me and letting me kill you. After being sealed for a few years, he broke the seal and occupied the mountain of corpses. I have come to the mountain of corpses several times in the past hundred years, wanting to die with him, but I Every time it fails, even magic can't find any trace of him in this world."

Are there no traces in the world?This is a bit strange, even a corpse that has just been dead for a few years should have traces.

unless--

The whole person is out of the control of the world.

This is a bit absurd, except for the taskers, they have hardly heard of a few existences that can break free from the control of the world, and Zhu Yan is unfathomable.

Chang Qing lowered his eyes and thought, if the statement is true, then it doesn't seem so strange that such an existence disrupts the order of the world's passages.

"Qing..." At this point, Sui Han didn't know how to address him, his throat was dry, "You have to be careful with him."

Chang Qing gave a soft "hmm", and seeing the cold attitude, Moxiu hurriedly took out some yellowed paper from the lapel, and it was still warm in his hand.

He took a look, and a smile appeared on his lips.

It's fun.

During the years of Feng Yunzong, several major sects have cheated and killed many people with high aptitude, and even killed the eldest son of a certain sect.But these crimes were all pushed to Moxiu's grudge. Moxiu had a tense relationship with the major sects, so few people came forward to suspect.

The sects in charge of the cultivation world are all self-proclaimed famous and decent, but rotten scum in their bones.

On the surface, the peace is whitewashed, but in fact, the treasures of Lingbao have been squandered, and intrigues are fought to share the world.

In the realm of comprehension, it is only for the sake of becoming an immortal, but after more than a hundred years of robbing and snatching, they almost lost their heart, and there is no one in Feisheng.

Yes, none of them.In the past, even if they rushed to kill with a sword, some people had an epiphany and ascended directly.

It can be seen that the cultivation world is rotten to the root.

The young man in the snow robe looked through it carefully, rubbing his fingers unconsciously, a little rough.There are several sheets of paper listed for this crime, and the edges are damaged, which shows the long time of collection and the collector's intentions.

"Tomorrow, if you take it out, there will be rifts between the sects, and the cooperation will naturally fall apart."

With such instructions, a piece of suet jade token of high quality has already been lying in Changqing's palm, this is the token for commanding some dead soldiers of Feng Yunzong.

The beautiful jade reflected the pale skin, making it even more frightening.

Lives are being lost.

Maybe he died a long time ago. A mortal's body is not like that of a monk. When he dies, he can become a demon and become a demon. When he dies, he is dead.

What elixir?But the living dead.

Chang Qing retracted his sleeves lightly, turned around to prepare for the inevitable battle tomorrow, when a low voice called him from behind.

"Chang Qing."

With a dull sound, the door opened lightly, and the young man in the snow robe stopped in his tracks. He turned his head, "Huh?"

"You have to live and let me know what I did wrong."

Occasionally, he was confused, writing about the decay of the sect word by word, and he couldn't help but wonder, if Lord Yangming hadn't died more than a hundred years ago, if the demon cultivators hadn't fallen, how could these people be led by Lord Yangming and what they could do? the point?

will it be ok?

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I thought this chapter would be the end of the chapter, hahaha

It's my wish. 【Pain Mask.JPG】

My sister is really a late-night barbecue, crazy.

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I can hardly bear it anymore. 【Help】

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